Aug 18, 2004 21:24
I like the smell of my armpit and boob sweat. In small doses. I swore of deodorant today. No more. I'm sick and tired of smelling like some variation of baby powder, I'll stick to good ol fashioned pheromones(sp.?), thank ya kindly.
Last night was crazah. Things that make you go bllleeeehhhh.
He's killing himself! Nothing, I want nothing. How much did they pay you to screw that bear? Now, any normal person can handle seeing their dead grandmother climbing up their leg with a knife in her teeth, but no one, NO ONE, should be expected to handle this trip. You can turn your back on a person, but never on a drug. Especially not when it is waving a razor sharp hunting knife at you. This place is getting to me, I think... I think I've got the fear. We can't stop here, this is bat country! Was I talking? You fiend!
Andrea